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2055

 

2055

(album: The Lost Tapes - 2021)


Huh, ayy
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Ayy, nigga, starting now, nigga
2021, fuck a nigga, he ain't on my side
Oh, you scared to say fuck slime?
Oh, you, oh, you, oh, you like they kind? Uh
Huh, huh, oh, you, uh
You ain't gon' slide? How you gon'?
Let this sink in
If I find out who the fuck that you be with
If it ain't gang, one of mines, you gon' be sick
I swear to God, nigga, we gon' pull up
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Let me find out who you be with
If it ain't mines, you gon' be sick
Nigga, ain't with me, he don't
Nigga ain't with me, don't wanna breathe no more
He don't wanna live, nigga, bitch

Go against them red niggas, wanna be a dead nigga
Chopper with the leg in it, I hop out the bed with it
Leave a nigga, ah
Leave a nigga sleep in his whip like a bed in it
Huh, I can't feel a damn thing off these meds
Huh, I only smoke opps and zaza, no red
All your niggas in the county, not the motherfucking feds
You don't understand what the fuck a real crime is
Uh, you live to see another day, you better turn it up
Huh, you find out where them niggas stay, you better burn it up
SMO Squad, ayy, listen
SMO Squad here to stay, ain't no turning us
Smoke a nigga boots, watch them lil' boots turn to dust
All them disrespectful shit them niggas on, they learned from us, yeah
Off a Perky bus
First bitch broke my heart, now it hurt to love
Cock the hammer, work the gun, huh, I got perfect thumbs
My lil' ho ready for the smoke, she got perfect lungs
Pull up to the door and we don't know you, can't serve you nothing
FN to your ear just in case you had heard you something
Ah, huh, leave you on the curb or something
Pull up from the 'burbs or something, you gon' get disturbed or something
Blood blood with me, Iceberg, he'll gurb him something
Wop be done pulled up in a drop 'cause he earned him something, yeah
I'm fucked up, my emotions never been correct, huh
Ran it up from my way, Skuba extra blessed, huh
But I'm loyal, talk, ah
Still loyal, talk to big blood every damn day collect, huh
Free Ho, niggas hoes, that's forever what I'm on on
Bring him home 'fore I get another one them niggas gone
Throw a bone to my dawg, he'll bite a bitch nose
Throw a bone to my dawg, yeah, cut up
Uh, still cussing
Don't talk about no bodies, we ain't never discussing it
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Don't interr—
Don't ever interrupt me, you better not had interrupted me
Punch a nigga in his stomach, uh, spleen, ruptured it
Uh, ruptured his spleen, my ring punctured it
Yeah, twenty thousand dollar diamond in the ring punching shit
Give a fuck about no jewelry, lil' nigga, I had a bunch of it, ah
Huh, I had a bunch of that
Damn near too much of that, huh, still gon' run it back
Got some shit on the way, they gon' be like, aw, that's—
I got some shit on the way, niggas gon' be like, "Ayy, damn, that's enough of that," huh
Can't stop, nigga, won't stop
Walk in, throw a Drac' shot to a nobody
Him say he don't know 'bout me, pussy, ask your ho 'bout me
Or better yet, ask your daughter, lil' bitch on go 'bout me, huh, yeah
You a soft, soft-ass nigga, don't go 'round me
I got big bro 'round me, he don't like nobody
All you niggas super stupid, goofy, that's for sure right
Skuba Steve Dolemite, rock out shows with the pipe
Huh, huh, rappin'-ass niggas, we ain't none of them
Huh, Cutthroat Committee, Skuba Soulja Slim
They say he tough, oh, really? I ain't notice him
Small-ass nigga, you get love 'cause of your boss, huh
I'll send a slug, get that love cut off, huh
I get it done like I'm above the law
Huh, y'all had on the gloves, having fun with the law, huh
You built like a stud, ain't no duds in this Judge
Aw, nigga gon' be done if he bust
Aw, ain't no bluff with the Bloods
You ain't gon' knuck if you buck with the Bloods
Get him stuck, it's the bop, got the wood with the huh, ah, duh

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